AlthoughFather’sDaymaybecelebratedatdifferenttimesoftheyearindifferentpartsoftheworld, Ithinktheimportanceofthedayremainsthesame. Itisadaytoshowourloveandrespectforourfathers.
Asayounggirl, IremembertheexcitementIfeltwheneverIhadachancetospendtimewithmyfatheronthefarm. Althoughhewasbusydoinghiswork, beingwithhimwaswhatmatteredmosttome. Icanremembermyfathergivingorderstothedogsastheycorralled1 thesheep. Iheldhisstronghandsaswecrossedtheyardtoclosethegatebehindthelastsheep.
Itwasamazingtoseethatmydadwrestledsheepaftersheeptogetthemintojusttherightpositionforshearing2. Irememberthesweatpouringdownfromhisheadwhenheworkedhard, shearingonesheepafteranother, pausingnowandthentohaveadrinkofwaterandgivemeasmile.
Laterwewouldgobacktothehouseinouroldcar. Isatinthefrontseat, feelinglikeaqueen, withmydadnexttomeandthedogsintheback.
Myfather’smemoryofthesamedaymaybequitedifferent, butnomatterwhichstoryyouhear, itallcomesdowntoonething: Itdoesn’tmatterwhomyfatherwas; itmatterswhoIrememberhimtobe.